Disclaimer: I do not own Bionicle, but the song/poemish thing is mine!
Who
am I
That I deserve to see the light?
Why do we live
just to
die?
Why are we condemned?
Did we do anything wrong?
all we
chose to do
was to become alive.
Forhak slowly dragged
his chains back to his hut. The body of his dead friend had been
buried in a mass grave today with all the others that had succumbed
to the years of tortured toil and the Masters' cruel treatment of the
slaves. Their master's were the Piraka, evil, twisted beings with
only torture on their sick minds.
Smoke rose from the fires below,
signifying that the matoran were to proceed home. Forhak angrily
tossed a stick down into the smoky column as it overcame his only
window as the last rays of the sun peeked through the oily
blackness.
"Why? Why did this happen, why, why?" he
screamed, tears of anger pouring down his face.
Please
someone come to save us,
we're slowly dying within.
We're not
boundless energy
we're tired of this,
Oppression put upon
us
against our will.
Mira sighed as she leaned out the window and into the dying sun. Born into the cruel oppression that was Voya-Nui, her parents had succumbed early on in her life. Forced to be a slave at 5, 15 years ago, she was surprised she hadn't died or been severely injured. The Piraka were cruel masters, she knew this well. The scars lay across her back, winding around her torso and legs like ropes. This was ironic, they were tied back, oppressed, alone. Mira heard a sound behind her. She turned and saw her young daughter running towards her. " Is something wrong, Kihara?" she asked after Kihara leapt into her arms. "No mama, nothing" though she winced when Mira ran her hands down her back. When she pulled away Mira's hand was smeared with Kihara's blood. "Who did this?" she asked when she saw the wound stretching across Kihara's back. But there was no question about it. "M-M-Master" Kihara stammered.
What will we tell our children
when
they ask why?
Why are we slaves on this island?
We don't know
the answer.we can't hurt them with a lie.
What will they do when
they're not supposed to be alive?
Tahkor lay in his bed,
watching the last matoran trudge up the hill and into their homes.
But he could not hear the clanking of the chains nor the cries of
those who found their friends and family had not survived the day.
You see just before he was born, a Piraka severely injured his
mother. He was born later that night, but his mother had not
survived, and the blow had robbed him of his hearing. Now forced to
be a slave he could not understand the directions of the Piraka. He
was often the victim of punishment by beating. The bed he was in was
not his own, it was a medical bed, in a office set up by the matoran.
it would become his deathbed. He was the last of his family. his
father had been buried that day.
He felt the life ebbing away
from his broken body. He never had a chance from the beginning. He
was alone.
This taking a toll
but what can we
do?
There's nothing of our choice
we do what they tell us
we're
obedient and small
suppressed and alone, we are all.
The next morning, the body of a child was removed from the medic. Forhak recognized him as the son of his friend. Mira recognized him as Kihara's best friend. Both went to the funeral. When the service was over the crowd mulled around, not wanting to get back to work. At the same time, Forhak and Mira spotted each other. Forhak approached Mira, but Kihara was too quick. "Daddy!" she cried as she ran towards him.
As the sun set that day on Voya Nui, we have heard the doomed and the free, which are the dead and know that there is no hope for the slaves, but there is some happiness and few and far between moments of golden peace.
Who am I What a mistake.
that I
deserve to see the light?
Why do we live,
just to die?
Why
are we condemned?
Did we do anything wrong?
All we chose to
do
was to become alive.